Flying High in New Zealand’s Fiordland

“How do you do on boats?”
“I love ’em,” I said gripping the seat of the plane tightly.
“Well, just picture turbulence as waves you can’t see,” the pilot said with a laugh.
“I know turbulence can’t take down a plane, but that doesn’t make this any more comfortable.”
The plane was jolted as we passed some high mountains. None of the other passengers seemed to notice, but I cringed with the look of someone who just got a thousand needles stuck in his arm.
“If something goes wrong here, we just fall and die! That’s just where my mind goes!”
The pilot looked Read More

Source:: Nomadic Matt